((Goshdarned sleep...goshdarned RP going on...did you know that the amount of RP I missed in this game today is exceeded only by TA? Which means it exceeded RotMG?))
The severe-looking man quickly approaches the young boy, his hands clasped behind his back. He stops abruptly, stooping until his face is but inches from the young boy's. He stares at him for a full second, stroking his chin, then turns and strides away. He calls back without turning and his voice carries throughout the cavernous library. You will come with me boy.
"Why? And where? And how long?"
Alex resists as well as he can.
Dran steps toward the brewing confrontation, hands raised.
All we're doing is seeing if he can translate some runes for us. That's all.
"How long will this take?"
Because, Bith, I and many of the people here have been wondering what's up on those islands of yours for years now. We occasionally find some crashed ones, full of magical artifacts and such, but they're empty. Abandoned. You represent a chance for us to get up there.
He leaned closer, still holding onto her arm.
This is possibly the most momentous thing that's happened to me, Biff. Everyone here really wants to see it happen ... evn if they don't know it yet.
Letting go of her arm, he turned to Derry.
Think about poking me with that thing and you'll be flat on your back before you can think.
...
So, as I was saying, Butt--
((Seriously, do you have a life-threatening allergy to quotation marks or something?))
"Her name is []iBeth[/i], and she has earned the right to be called as such, you selfish jerk. Maybe I shouldn't help you guys. Maybe I want to just let you wonder what those runes say, never to find out."
"It's not like here, that's for sure. Alot nicer.
But, if you want us to cooperate, you're going to have to promise us you don't intend to hurt the people up there, if you do find them-our families and friends. Or let anyone hurt them. I've already noticed lots more of your people carry weapons than ours. Suppose this is such a horrible place, you need them."
"...Which is an excellent point, because how can we trust that you won't use those weapons to take the nice place?"
He holds his hand up to his heart.
I don't intend to hurt anyone up there. Promise.
I just want to get up there in the first place.
"Good." Bethany said, the anger in her eyes relaxing. That terribly adult look begins to fade, and once more she's merely a child-tired and heartbroken and sad, with no one to confide in or really trust aside from her friends.
"I'm a bit worried about how he didn't say anything about anyone else...
you okay, Beth?"
Hm. Anyhow, despite what it may seem, I'm not a mean guy, and I feel kinda inclined to help you little bastards get back to your families. Can't leave you down here, after all.
Dran gazes upwards.
If only, eh?
Alex shrugs, still not convinced he can trust Dran.
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